Bangin' Funny Bones
Poetry for the People 2011 Connie & Josephine
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Borderlands
My borderlnads are between: Home and Cal's campus
sounds: Street corner philosphers and Sproul quad philosophers
smell: fresh cut grass and fresh smoked grass
sight: mean mugs and blank stares
touch: sincerity and detachment
taste: fried and organic
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